...until I developed a for-real, visceral crush on a gay boy.
Ugh. This sucks. We work together. He went to my esteemed school of higher education. He's perfect. Really. He's well-read, hilarious, passionate, cute, nerdy.
And he likes boys.
God and I are not on speaking terms right at the moment. Well, about that at least.
We ARE on speaking terms as to our Pentecost sermon from yesterday: God has charged me to change the world in only the way that I can--no one else can affect the world like me...and I believe Him. What an empowering thought!
Also, I can't even begin to tell you how wonderful it is to spend so much time with my dad. It's like there are no years that we didn't talk...it's terrific and perfect and I love him and I am very glad he's a part of my life now.
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We've all had these times of "misplaced" love, and though uncomfortable - we get through them. Still, knowing you and knowing him - it hurts me too. I love you both, and think you're both so perfect. OMG..maybe I'm in love with both of you? See, you're not nearly as screwed up as I am.
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